It's just nice of her in any capacity to bring something and share them. She could've assumed he would've had his here. She owes him nothing in return, this is more than a gift to be able to spend time with someone who knows the craft a little better than him.

To her demand he nods his head, of course his ice. "Sure." An easy answer to an easy ask. "I don't have my full power back, but when I do they'll be made faster." Pushing himself to the limit isn't what he's out here to do with his limited capability. He flips his hand so that his right hand is facing palm down. With an easy exhale, of which the breath is easily seen, there starts to form frost on the back of his hand. Stepping one step back fire encompasses his fingers.

With both methods in tow, it's only a half minute or so before he's made something crude where knives are concerned, but picks it off his hand to temper the ice with the flame from his left hand and hand inspect it. It is, in fact, a great substitute for a blade and something he used to do to babysit entertain the roommate that taught him.

It gets passed off to her, "Go ahead. But quickly, your hands are warmer than mine."